Heart failure
After a bad night when I would happily have chosen to fall asleep and not wake up I thought I would write this. It is based on my experience and that of the three people I knew with heart failure, none very old, who have all now died.
Heart failure is quite common but generally in the elderly, average age of diagnosis is 76. Some of you will get heart failure, or your parents, so I thought a first hand report might be of interest. Short of a heart transplant it is not curable and the average life expectancy from diagnosis is 5 years. I am on 6 years but it is obvious in hindsight I had it long before. I used to faint or feel dizzy, I would get tired and feel weak. I suffered from periodic low blood pressure (after a jellyfish sting) and put it down to that. But diagnosis did not come until an echo cardiogram after the heart attack.
This chart shows the standard progression which I have followed perfectly.
So the crisis at the beginning with a heart attack or several. Recovery followed by a plateau where I could do an hour's fast walking every day. Even dreams of taking on another marathon. But despite feeling fine I obeyed the medical advice on keeping my heart rate below 90. (My normal resting heart rate was in the 40s)
Then I noticed my endurance was rapidly falling, 50 minutes, 30 minutes, slower and slower walking.
Finally becoming a very limited shuffle. Down from the plateau to the ups and downs shown in the diagram. The ups getting weaker and the downs worse.
Breathing became a major issue as it is apparently for most heart failure patients and the one that frequently sends them to hospital in a panic. It is like you are being suffocated.
But here I learned an important lesson. While there are physical reasons behind this concerning congestion in and around the lungs, the major issue I realised is that your heart is not pumping enough blood and so oxygen to the brain. Your brain then automatically screams out breath harder, breath harder, you are suffocating. That does almost nothing to help. It doesn't matter how hard you gasp for oxygen if it is not getting to your brain then nothing changes. Keeping this in my mind I have been able to stop the panic attacks and have even stopped using the oxygen generator.
Not that I don't feel I can't breath at times but a case of mind control. Still unpleasant but bearable.
Another issue is that if needed except in the dips I am capable of doing physical activity. The trouble is that I will pay for it later. An hour of very mild activity, a day in bed recovering . So even if I feel capable there is a need to limit myself.
The youngest of the three people, he was 39 or 40, kept very active but was frequently in hospital and died young.
Another was in his 60s and was still in the plateau stage. Felt pretty good, carried on as normal. Collapsed and died without warning.
The third one also in his 60s kept the plateau going longer, then was confined to bed and died a month later.
So my advice here is that even if you feel OK still limit yourself. Others of course would choose to live life to the full even if it is shorter. I have kids that I want to spend as long as possible with, it is a personal choice.
Overall, enjoy the ups and survive the downs. I am now at the end of the diagram. I feel shite whether I do anything physical or not, it is just a case of how shite. My wife has enforced bed rest. DO NOT DO ANYTHING. Not that I want to do anything. My heart beat is almost undetectable.
So if it happens to you then listen to the doctors, stay calm, and rest. Nurse your heart.
And prevention better than cure - especially when there isn't one